On our very first Valentine's Day together, I sat across the table from a tall dark-haired boy and looked into his eyes and decided that he was the one. It was probably our fifth or sixth date, and I refuse to give my 19-year-old self any credit for this decision -- she was an idiot who didn't know anything, but sure as hell thought she did. I suppose I could try to see it as some kind of fate or higher power leading my idiot self in the right direction, or maybe deep down in my rebellious, flightly little soul was a flicker of wisdom beyond my years, but mostly: I was an idiot who got incredibly damned lucky.

On another Valentine's Day together, we went up to visit his brother in Boston. We sat across the table from each other at an Indian restaurant he'd chosen and looked into each other's eyes in a panic because what the hell was this shit? Couldn't we go get some pizza instead? Then we each took a few bites and looked at each other again and realized we loved this and wordlessly pledged to each other that we would spend the rest of our lives seeking out everything new and exciting, to see what else our identical vanilla suburban upbringings had held out on us. We would live in the city and we would eat and we would travel. And we did all that for awhile, and we were incredibly damned lucky.

And then there was another Valentine's Day together, when we held hands in a small exam room while an ultrasound technician pointed at our baby on the TV screen. He was a tiny grain of rice. His heartbeat filled the room and our hearts and I cried because I was just so incredibly damned lucky.

Today is our 12th Valentine's Day together. A dozen of them, some more memorable than others. Gifts and cards and dinners out and lately we always talk about the One Where We Saw Noah For the First Time. It's hard to beat that one, I admit.

I'm not sure we're officially beating that one this year, at least not on February 14th proper. Our excitement is more about another date, eight months from now.

OH.MY.GOODNESS. I almost fell on the floor in shock and happiness for you! I'm coming out of mostly-lurk mode to say...Congratulations! If I am deliriously happy, I can only imagine how you are feeling. LOL

YES!!!!!! I knew this post was coming!!! I found out I was preg with my first child about 2 weeks before you found out about Noah. ..and I found out I was pregnant with my second child on Christmas day. I wanted it so bad for you and Jason. I cant breathe!!!!! ..and I love the exclaimation point!!!!! Noah, the big brother! I need to cry now. Congratulations.

While I am so not the first. I had to delurk to get in on the party! Yay you did it! Well apparently as you wouldn't be in this condition if you didn't do it. Good work to Jason! Yay I am so excited. I often times wish I could have more babies and then I look at my four sweet heathens and slap myself. I just will have to live vicariously through you! Congrats girl! I hope you have a wonderful pregnancy.

I have lurked here for three years in May and yet it is for the first time (I think) that I leave this comment. Congratulations Amalah, that you've done it without the evil clomid is all the more special! I'm happy for you.

I've read every post, from the very beginning. I read everyday. You can't imagine the joy I feel right now for you and your husband and your son. I will pray for a safe and healthy delivery. Congratulations! It's just wonderful!

CBFM succeeds again! Way to go you two! I'm having a second one exactly one month before that. Which is what I'm blaming all the tears in my eyes on. Congratulations, you and Jason and Noah deserve this happiness.